Halflings are quite good at burgling, but they don’t much like caves, and they have especially low regard for those pale creatures who choose to live inside dank caves.

One such Halfling went looking for a place to rest when he was accosted by a withered creature that looked like it might have been a Halfling once, but the years underground hadn’t been kind to its visage.

The Halfling was happy he had that magic sword Sting with him, to light his way and protect him from the misshapen little man, but he didn’t like the look in that creature’s eyes and dared not turn his back on the bugger…